What reason did Demitrian have to reject such a Lu Li?
He couldn't help but think of the person who taught him Spirit Casting. That was an old Warlock who had one foot in the grave. He saved Demitrian who was still a child from the mouth of a beast, and then raised him day by day.
He taught Demitrian how to survive, taught Demitrian to learn, and taught Demitrian to become a Warlock.
Finally, one day, the old Warlock decided to share his secrets and hopes with his adopted son and student. He didn't hide the taboo secret of Spirit Casting, and the era when the whole nation was hunting and killing Spirit Casters.
Demitrian wasn't a brave person, he was timid.
He rejected the old Warlock, expressing that he only wanted to study the mystery of Shadow Magic. However, when his strength reached a bottleneck, he had no choice but to seek help from props. Only then did he slowly discover the greatness of Spirit Casting.
He took the initiative to inherit the old Warlock's legacy, and became a Spirit Caster.
The old Warlock died, he died in the process of Spirit Casting. In despair, he injected his soul into a prop. Inside, there were countless Spirit Casters who were as desperate as him.
Demitrian could often hear the whispers of past Spirit Casters from that prop. Even in death, they wouldn't rest in peace.
Sometimes, Demitrian hated the old Warlock.
He felt that the old Warlock had cursed his life, turning his life into two points. One point was hope, the other point was despair. If there were no accidents, despair would be his end. He was destined to be like the old Warlock, injecting himself into that prop, and become a soul that would never rest in peace.
Now, he had a new choice.
"Believe me, only I can make it flourish," Lu Li didn't say any more nonsense. He and Weilan Haifeng stood quietly at the side, waiting for Demitrian to make the final decision.
There was only the sound of clanking in the casting room.
The sword embryo slowly formed, gradually becoming the one in Lu Li's memory, just that it didn't have the dazzling brilliance and the surging magic.
Because there was no Spirit Casting!
Lu Li looked on expectantly as he watched the spirit casting process. He wanted to witness the birth of a Legendary weapon.
The wind energy that Prince Thunderaan gathered was a pure soul, without the irritation and anger of the original owner – this was how most Spirit Casters would deal with it. That was why Demitrian was surprised that there was an intelligent life in the Book of Ur.
Demitrian poured the wind energy into the weapon, first into the surface, then into it bit by bit.
The sword, which was originally like a piece of scrap iron, suddenly had a soul. The entire weapon became alive, and the people around it could feel the power it contained.
"It's done," After a long while, the sword finally stabilized. Demitrian wiped the sweat off his face and sighed in relief.
"It's so beautiful," Weilan Haifeng looked at the weapon that was going to belong to him, infatuated.
"Unfortunately, it's only a legendary weapon after all," Demitrian said regretfully, "If it was a complete wind elemental prince, maybe it could really be made into a semi-divine weapon."
This could only be an "if". How could a complete wind elemental prince be provoked by a motley crew like Lu Li? If he didn't fall, maybe he would be stronger than people like Illidan and Malfurion.
"F * ck, a legendary weapon, give it to me quickly, give it to me quickly," Weilan Haifeng was overjoyed.
What bullsh * t Demigod equipment? He didn't even think about it. As long as it was a relatively top-grade Legendary equipment with good attributes and a cool appearance, it would be enough for him to have strength in the Instance Dungeon, and it would make him look cool outside the Instance Dungeon.
Now, the appearance had already satisfied all his expectations.
He didn't expect it to be a legendary weapon. Mu Qiu's [Ashkandi, Greatsword of the Brotherhood] was also a legendary weapon, although it didn't look like a legendary weapon.
Demitrian didn't make things difficult for Weilan Haifeng and casually threw the weapon over.
Weilan Haifeng carefully caught it, drooling like a fool and laughing blindly. He already had no energy to pay attention to anything else.
"Follow me, elf, I hope you won't regret the decision you've made today," Demitrian felt around the wall and the stone table in the cave started to move. After it moved away, there was a basement below. A staircase-like thing could be seen extending downwards.
"Cool," Weilan Haifeng was startled and couldn't help but praise.
Just now he thought that Demitrian's place was really simple and crude. Now that he found a new world, the contrast was really not small.
Demitrian's basement was really different from the top. The top was extremely simple and crude, but it suited his identity as a slave. However, the underground could be said to be spacious and dazzling.
"This used to be a relic, I've transformed it into this," Demitrian said, not without pride.
"Are you going to use it for experiments?" Lu Li and Weilan Haifeng followed and walked down.
Their teammates had already dispersed and went home to find their mothers. Today's Instance Dungeon strategy ended here. The rest of the time was everyone's free game time.
Even if everyone wanted to continue to fight the Instance Dungeon, Lu Li wouldn't let go of an opportunity to become a Spirit Caster to fight the Instance Dungeon.
Although the First Clear was important, if Ruling Sword lost this First Clear, there would definitely be more First Clears in the future. Spirit Casting could very well only have this one chance. This was something that Lu Li hadn't even heard of in his previous life.
Not to mention, there was a Legendary equipment that had just been born in front of him.
The attributes were naturally a mess. According to different professions, the attributes showed different differences. This weapon was very popular with many professions. Those who could use a sword would think of ways and means to get one. However, the most suitable was still for Defensive Warriors. Just the basic attributes alone could make Weilan Haifeng receive a great improvement. Not to mention, the four special effects were each more powerful than the last. Damage reduction, HP recovery, defense increase and the last one was even full of HP and full of rage to revive on the spot.
With a level 60 main hand weapon, Weilan Haifeng had, without a doubt, completely graduated.
"Yes, it's used for experiments. There's also the prison," Demitrian pointed to the storage cabinets on the walls of the basement. He casually opened one and immediately, a ball of light floated out.
"Soul?" Lu Li's eyes widened.
"Yes, this soul is a Wild Boar. I met it in Razor Swamp, a Demonized Wild Boar. This soul is full of violence, but unfortunately, it's too low-level. It can only be used as research material," Demitrian introduced one by one to Lu Li.
Some were the souls of wild beasts, some were undead creatures captured in the Dead Lands, but there were also some things that were very out of place.
Lu Li didn't think that this was out of place. The key was that there were two balls of light that belonged to Orcs. Perhaps in Demitrian's eyes, there was no difference between Orcs and wild beasts. Many humans thought this way.
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